Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

SSCM Chapter 14: Letting loose to capture

Recap: Still at the martial test, PZY won PZR but HL was not particularly impressed, and PZY got upset over that...

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Actually, He Lang didn't intend to give Zhen Pu Yang the cold shoulder. However, his previous domineering and coercive behavior, in addition to his strong aura of wanting to control him, let him feel especially unhappy.

Besides, the requirements he had for the both of them were totally different.

He hoped that Zhen Pu Yang would successfully reach his lofty goal, completing the manual's requirement to grasp the world, even becoming the sovereign at the peak and earning his place in history.

And this Zhen Pu Ren, was only an unexpected variable in the plan for this world, and he merely had to fulfil the errand entrusted upon him by the emperor, and it was enough to teach him to be an excellent gentleman.

Therefore, when Zhen Pu Yang won Zhen Pu Ren in this trifling martial test, he didn't think that it was something worthy of his delight, because it was as it should be.

But looking over at that seat, any of those sitting near Zhen Pu Yang were all in a state of anxiety, and he felt that he should first go and appease him.

There was nothing particularly exciting about the next martial tests, He Lang touched his hair, saying to him: "Just go back, the weather is hot, This Minister has prepared cold rice cakes (1) for Your Highness."

Zhen Pu Yang's eyes brightened, curling his lips, silently following He Lang away.

When he reached his residence, he suddenly halted his steps, faintly saying to He Lang, "Teacher, I'm hurting."

He Lang looked at him in quizzically, Zhen Pu Yang magnanimously opened his robes to show him.

Indeed, there was a noticeable purplish-blue bruise that was very noticeable on his delicate skin.

Should he need find someone to come over and help give him treatment, He Lang worried to himself.

But looking up, it couldn't be told if Zhen Pu Yang's expression was aggrieved or expectant, but he had a tacit understanding, immediately self-consciously bringing over an ointment, and letting Zhen Pu Yang lie on the bed.

Zhen Pu Yang's face was full of satisfaction, like an indolent canine stretching out all four limbs, ignoring the bed head, directly lying on his lap.

"Does it hurt badly?"

He Lang heard that his cries were not soft, frowningly asking, and his hands lightened their actions considerably.

Relishing He Lang's touches, Zhen Pu Yang hummed comfortably, but was mistaken to have cried out in pain, he decisively said, "Of course, this bas—this brat, even though he looks weak, his blows are harsh, and he took the chance to hit me hard."

He Lang smiled lightly, on the military stage, how could one not counterattack?

"You (respectful) were not light-handed either, punching and kicking, this Minister saw it and was shocked."

His words made Zhen Pu Yang unhappy, he turned his body, anger contained in his eyes.

"Teacher, you (respectfully) aren't even a little distressed?"

He Lang obviously didn't dare to say yes, hurriedly shaking his head, only then did this little devil king's complexion improved slightly, under instructions that asked for compensation, He Lang personally helper Zhen Pu Yang massaged the bruise on his back.

"Does it feel better?"

Hearing He Lang's soft speech, Zhen Pu Yang maintained his lazy position on his legs, refusing to get up, a picture of a sleepy attitude, smiling and saying: "It hurts, still want."